𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝟏𝟏| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐁/𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 & 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

Eiran Sinclair

There were many situations in the past that caused problems in my life yet I managed to make decisions. But this time? Nothing is the same. I have probably given up on my heart. We usually tend to listen to our hearts, but boy! Who am I kidding? We know where our hearts lead us. And it's not good "mostly."

I fist my palm tightly looking at the view out of my office's window, seeing the cars move by. But what caught my attention is the couple showing freaking PDA. Actually they are not even the problem, the problem is ME. My mind. My heart. My thoughts.

Everything that has started belonging to a particular someone. Seeing the couple I somehow imagined me and her in that position. Hugging each other and giggling together while teasing each other.

I'm jealous of them.

The Billionaire Eiran Sinclair is jealous of a mere couple?

I shooed noisy away but the fact still remains the same. I want to do those things with her, I still want to make her fall in love with me but not at the cost of my business loss. I don't want my father to be proven right that I was distracted.

That's the sole reason why I'm sitting here instead of going and consoling her. What if she distracts me from my work? All these years of hard work that I have done would be in vain-Something which I can't afford at this stage.

"Should I call Lyra again?" I mumbled waging a war between logic and longing. If I call her again for the twenty-fifth time, there's a high possibility that she will be irritated and maybe perform some of her hacking stunts on my business projects-my weak point.

When I informed them of my decision to send Lyra, my bodyguards and those two bastards instead of going myself, Lyra's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with disappointment. But I didn't bother explaining myself and carried on with my work, denying the fact that I was dying to meet her.

Even now, my heart races extremely fast with anticipation filling every bits of my body, being worried about her health, so panicking again, I called Lyra for 25th time because before this she didn't answer my single call or message. Heck. She didn't even addressed Amara's Problem to me clearly.

Quote unquote, "You don't have to trouble yourself now when you aren't coming to handle her. I'll take it from here. But just to be clear, Eiran, this shows how much weak you are." these were Lyra's words that are ranging continuously in my ears.

You are weak Eiran, You are weak.

I am not WEAK. I'm simply choosing business-

"There you are motherfcuker!" An orotund voice reaches my ears along with the heavy footsteps that are coming towards me as if it's going to kill me on the spot. I leaned back, sulking more in the chair, not bothering to turn back, until that bastard came and turned the chair around with a jerk.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Rowan Ashbourne, aka, my (bastard) best friend, asks me. Thee only people who dare to talk to me in high voice are my family and these bastards, graduating from the same college as mine.

His eyes are throwing daggers at me but I chose to ignore it and act dumb. "What do you mean? Can't you see I'm busy doing my work.?" I told, typing literally anything on my laptop's keyboard. From the corner of my eye I saw him inhaling a deep breath and frustratingly roaming his hand in his hair.

Is Amara safe? Did anything happen to her? Did anyone dare to touch her again or even lay their eyes on her? The urge to ask all these questions grew in my throat yet I stopped myself. It would seem too desperate, then they would get a chance to taunt me.

"It was you, who had called me two months back at 2 am just to rant how beautiful she is inside out." Rowan pointed out and I sucked in an audible breath subconsciously stiffening my shoulders.

That's true, I wasn't able to sleep on the day she left for Anastasia's house. All I could think was about her. Her doe eyes, her dusky skin, her nails which had art on it, her voice, her scent, her mole under her nose and everything else about her that had me on my toes.

Even now just the thought of her made my toes curl.

"Rowan, I'm busy right now. I have five meetings lined up so if you're done you can leave." Blabbering this, I motioned him to move out only to recieve a punch in return.

"What the fuck Rowan? Who the hell do you think you are to punch me?" I snapped at him getting up from my seat.

"Your bestfriend." He glared at me with the same intensity as I did. I would've glared more at him but he gave up in one minute. And I knew his next actions were something I couldn't properly decipher.

His eyes softened along with his voice, "You need to fight for yourself Eiran. You have given enough years to this company, you've earned enough for yourself and for your next three generations."

"You cannot impress someone for whom nothing is ever enough, no matter how hard you try." Rowan added and something hit me hard in the stomach. A feeling that I always felt when I feel weak or like losing from everywhere.

The taste of truth is indeed bitter.

"She needs you, Eiran. And whatever is bothering her,I'm warning you, it's not good. Not at all good. It's high time that you listen to your heart." He added when I didn't reply.

Everything feels unreal. Starting from meeting Amara to having sudden feelings for her, to having that urge to kill everyone who hurts her, to having the urge to bring all the happiness right in front of her, to give her all those things that she deserves-ofcourse princess treatments-till now-being so confused that where the things have led me to or will do in future.

Everything has changed in two months. By everything, I definitely mean everything.

"I can't go to meet her, Rowan." I declared. "I-I need to focus on my meetings that are lined up. If I don't attend them then dad won't be happy with me. On top of that I will lose so many projects, investors and shit that really matters to me." My voice came out hoarse, making me chug down an entire bottle of water.

Suddenly my phone started vibrating with thousands of messages making me frown but it soon disappeared as I checked the messages.

A sly smirk appeared on my face "my honey is not honeying right now."

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I know this chapter is pathetic and I won't even try to justify because even I didn't like the way I wrote it.

Y'all can criticize as much as y'all want, I seriously won't mind.

I may delete this chapter and add few more things then again upload the chapter or else I'll go with the flow.

I just have a lot on my plate right now which isn't helping me even a bit in writing.
I prefer writing with peace of mind because at that time I do my best fr.

But atp, I just need some rest maybe. Or maybe I'll be back in one or two days. Can't say anything.

Just one thing that-this chapter- Eiran's Pov was much needed. So it's not like ki ye waste hai..it was needed to understand his emotions.

I assure you next chapter mai dhamaka hoga bhot Sara..!!

Please be with me,
Looking forward to your support and patience!

Bubbye sweeties.

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